A Gold-Lipped Valentine

Sitting by the fire, towel drying her dark hair, CJ, sipped her brandy and sighed heavily. This was Valentine’s Day and no Alec in sight. He had been snowbound in the city and called to say he wouldn’t make it home to celebrate that evening.

CJ resolutely took her shower, changed into her short white nighty and went to sit by the fire. She watched the snow boiling around the windows; so thick the world had become, a white murky soup beyond 20 feet. Alec’s absence launched a catching sigh from her body; silent tears slipped from her gray eyes.

Just as she was pouring a second glass of brandy the front door blew open.

“ALEC!!!”

CJ shrieked as she ran and jumped on him, locking her legs around his waist. She didn’t see the roses and the string of gold-lipped pearls he held. Alec had to immediately drop them to catch her bare bottom with both hands. He laughed and slammed the front door closed with his foot, as CJ covered his face in kisses and brushed the snow from his hair continuing to embrace him with her legs.

Walking to the fire, Alec stroked her firm ass and shapely legs with his cold hands, making her squeal but not convincing her to release him. As he sat on the hearth, steam rising from his wet clothes, CJ slipped from his waist and grabbed the brandy to pour him a glass while she assaulted him with questions on how he had gotten home in the blizzard. She only half heard his words; something about Hummers, snowplows and highway patrol cars.

CJ quickly ran into the bedroom for warm dry clothes. All the while Alec couldn’t take his eyes off of his beautiful CJ. Her dark, shoulder-length hair, still damp and fragrant from the shower, curled around her gamin face. And as she dashed down the hall on her mission he could see her gorgeous ass flashing under the white nighty. All day he had dreamed of her beauty, warmth, love and sexy, cheery nature. And Alec knew that all day she waited for him at home.

While she was out of the room, Alec stood up quickly and retrieved both the pearl necklace and roses. He entangled the necklace among the leaves and petals and put them on the floor behind a pillow to surprise her. He remained standing by the fireplace when she entered the room.

Flashing her delightful pussy, CJ stepped up to the hearth to be nearer his height; he was a head taller than she. She would help him get undressed, dry and warm. She tossed a fluffy white towel onto his wet, blonde hair, roughing it up to dry as he dragged off his heavy, soaked overcoat, slipped from his wet shoes and began to unfasten his trousers.

Every few seconds Alec’s hands stopped their chores and urgently moved to caress CJ’s warm, tanned skin under her nighty. Never did she attempt to escape from his touch. She placed Alec’s hands under her breasts and between her thighs to warm them faster and to satisfy her desperate need for his touch. Simply seeing Alec standing in the door had excited an aching desire deep within her.

Of course it was Valentine’s Day, but her need to be with him, to make love with him, was much more profound. Alex was the only man who had ever made CJ feel special, protected and supremely well loved.

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